One writer's attempt to not be so lazy.

NaNoWriMo Day 16

Artemis was about to reply when she heard a familiar voice. “About time you turned up, Bly.” The voice was teasing, with a hint of an Irish accent. Artemis turned to see Darcy Thatcher sitting on a low wall across the street, clad in the classic Time Overwatch Committee agent’s uniform of black fatigues and boots, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a smirk on her face that Artemis could easily spot from across the road.